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Googe doesn't sound much like love, that was all " "That was all!" Mrs. Champney echoed sarcastically; "well, what more do you need to convince you of facts I should like to know?" Aileen laughed outright at this. "Oh, Mrs. Champney, what's the use of being a girl, if you can't know what other girls mean?" "Please explain yourself."
The two still sat there in the darkening shed, at times unburdening their over-charged hearts; at others each rested heart and body and soul in the presence of the other, and both were aware of the calming influence of the dim and silent shed. "How did you happen to come down here just to-night, and after work hours too, Champney?" she asked, curious to know the how and the why of this meeting.
You don't know the depth of her feeling for you but she has shown it by worshipping your mother." Champney Googe's eyes filled to overflowing, but he squeezed the springing drops between his eyelids, and asked with lively interest: "Why isn't Mrs. Caukins reconciled?" "Well, because I suppose it's no secret now, at least Mrs.
"Now, look here, Aileen, you stop right where you are " She interrupted him, and her voice was again both merry and pleasant, for they were directly opposite Luigi's shop: "I'm going to, Tave; I'm going to stop right here; Mrs. Champney sent me down on purpose to get some of those late peaches Luigi keeps; she said she craved them, and I'm going in this very minute to get them "
"Yes, but I've fallen in love with every wrinkle, she's a perfect dear " "I didn't imply she wasn't." Mrs. Champney was apt to snap out at Aileen when, according to her idea, she was "gushing" too much. The girl had ceased to mind this; she was used to it, especially during her three years of attendance on this invalid. "Who designed this monogram?" "She did; she can draw beautifully." Mrs.
"Yes; gone to see a friend who's a gardener over at Champney Ryle, to buy some seeds." It was like the announcement of a holiday, and leaving the groom making the usual long stretches with his broom, Dexter went on aimlessly to the river-side, where, for the first time for many months, he found Bob Dimsted fishing. "Hullo, old un!" was the latter's greeting, "how are you!"
Particularly beautiful when she's asleep, spreading out all over the pillow like a silken " An audible, muffled, groan came from the occupant of the rocking-chair heard only by Mr. Smilk. His gaze went first to the purpling face of Mrs. Champney, then to the door, then back to the lady again. "For your sake, Mr. Yollop, I won't clip it," he announced.
He spoke indifferently and went into the adjoining bath closet where Father Honoré, not liking to dispose of them until Champney should have spoken of them at least, had left the clothes in a bundle. He had put the little handkerchief, discolored almost beyond recognition, in with them. Champney came out in a few minutes. "They're no good," he said. "I'll have to wear these, if I may.
I can't wait to get out into the stream, mother! I'm only hugging the shore at present; that's what has made me kick against this last year in college; it has been lost time, for I want to get rich quick." His mother laid her hand on his knee. "No, Champney, it's not lost time; it's one of your assets as a gentleman." He looked up at her, his blue eyes smiling into her dark ones.
"You can tell that best yourself there's no use your playing off I don't pretend to know anything about it, but I can put my finger on the very year and the very month you turned against Champney Googe who never had anything but a pleasant word for you ever since you was so high " he indicated a few feet on his whipstock "and first come to Champo.
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